Tuesday, April 29
So I just slapped the entire text of an interpolation of the Tao Te Ching up on the wiki. It seemed like a good thing to do.
So I just slapped the entire text of an interpolation of the Tao Te Ching up on the wiki. It seemed like a good thing to do.
i dreamed it snowed again
most of you were there
that's all i remember,
before the alarm clock cut back in
and i stood up to look around
my half of the room has not gone entirely to kipple,
but it is piled, stacked, slumped, and wadded into a ball
to be dealt with later
it's hard to tell where the border is
but there's deliberate economy to the space jet occupies
neat lines, things in their proper places
a dearth of clutter
i must drive him nuts.
there is a picture
of a then-four year old named mallory
hanging on my back, a few days before i came here
among all the ticket stubs and paper relics
tacked haphazard to the cork board above my bed
it was in an envelope waiting on the desk one night
and i haven't written elizabeth to tell her
how good it was to see
because i am not sure what to say to anyone lately
though i should overflow with words.
weeks go by
scatter moments in my memory
like sparks burn holes in paper
we walk circles in a parking lot
at sunset in front of the stadium
brick underfoot, breathing in all
the coming chill of one last snow
guitars peal and ring
clatter crash and soar
i wake and outside
new leaves uncurl on the tree
diesel smoke hovers
up from some four-hundred miles south
my feet slide into the dry leather
of worn sandals waiting by the bed;
ball thwaps into the glove
my hand numbs instantly;
plectrum hits the strings just right
for two seconds that ringing sound is mine